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grandmother poem

that strange companion came on shuffling feet
passing through huddled and ugly walls
sad are they who know not love
they ask me where i've been
who loves the rain
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
this is the song of youth
i saw with open eyes
the long resounding marble corridors
i cannot always feel his greatness
when, full of warm and eager love
he's gone

 



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